Yesterday, April 20th, was my last chemo treatment. While there weren’t any tears or cheers, there were a lot of congratulations and high-fives.

It’s been a long 5 months. The first two were the hardest. The AC chemo was harder to tolerate. It left me completely zapped more often than not. Taxol was promised to be much better. It turned out to be just different. It’s going to take at least 3 weeks for the Taxol to get out of my system, and I may not notice it because I’ll still be getting Herceptin, and its got its own side effects that may or may not be present when I get it by itself.

There were headaches, body aches, fatigue, mouth sores, skin rashes, all kinds of digestive issues, changes in taste, problems sleeping, loss of hair, peeling nails, neuropathy, bloody noses and running eyes. It took more than a couple of months to get over a cold.

My body’s tired. It’s not going to get a break before surgery and radiation next month. It’s one thing after the other. I’m thinking of how weird it will be when I get to the middle of July and there isn’t another big step to take. No new chemos. No new surgeries. No more radiation. My body will finally get a chance to heal. I will finally get a chance to breathe.